Drift
It was dark with
firefly lights twinkling.
Time meant nothing
as I drifted by.
Hollow but free,
a wraith of memories
and dreams so empty.
A memory of myself.
The turmoil ended,
leaving sweet darkness.
A resting place,
a bed of darkness.
No whispered thought
or falling tear.
A peaceful sleep
undisturbed forever.
Copyright © Karlin K. Jensen | Year Posted 2013
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